"...where'd that guy come from, anyways?"
"I don't know, man, but I'm telling you, Jonny ordered the troops to stop these guys a few weeks ago...I was there, I can tell you."
"Well, looks like he was caught by those blasted dragon..."
"Really? You think?"
"Shut up, man. You know I don't like your irony."
"No, you shut up! And if you don't like it, don't say stupid things!"
"Wh- hey, I think he moved..."
Someguy slowly opened his eyes. Maybe it's the fact that it was the first time in weeks that he layed on something soft that made him think he was in his room, and that everything was one heck of a weird dream that he'll be able to share with his friends in the dream thread on the forum. Yet, instead of seeing his white ceiling and lights, he sees a cave wall. That shock woke him up a bit more. Why was he in a cave? That's when it came back to him: damn dragons. He got up.
First thing he noticed was that everything seemed brighter than normal. He reached for his lucky shades, but they were nowhere to be seen. Must've fallen during the fight. Too bad, he liked those glasses. Second thing he noticed was that he was behind bars. Third thing he noticed was that, on the opposite end of the cell was two beds, and on those beds were two Squirtles, talking rapidly while glancing in his general direction. Finally, he check himself. Everything seemed to be in order, except for the headache left by that dragon after whacking him out. What was that guy's name? Spyro? No, wait, that's a game. Why the hell was he thinking of Spyro? He kept thinking about what his name could be for 10 seconds and gave up. He never was that great with remembering things...
The two Squirtles stopped talking and were staring at him, obviously waiting to see what that oversized lug was gonna do next. Someguy stretched his muscles a bit, looked at one of the Squirtles and simply said: "Hey."
"Uh, hi." replied the turtle. A small moment's silence, and then he added "I'm Jon, this here's Mike"
"Name's Charles. Friends call me Someguy, but you can call me Chuck." he checked his watch. Broken. Probably in the fight. Yay. "Say, do any of you have the time?"
"It's 9:14 PM, now shut up, all of you." said a voice.
Someguy turned towards the voice, and it was only at that moment that he noticed there was a dragon guarding the cell. How could he have missed him?
9:14 PM. Someguy thought for a while and realized the meteor was going to crash anytime now.
"Make me, asshole." replied the squirtle named Mike
"Don't tempt me" said the dragon through gritted teeth.
Someguy laid back on his bed, seriously wishing he had an mp3 player with good music on. He decided to play a song in his head, and the only one that came was "Adagio in G minor" by Albinoni.
Aw well, he liked classical music.
(Ok, Taco, you're free to crash now. Also, listen to Adagio. Great music for the moment.)